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Frank pursed his lips. "Are the Turnbulls that crazy?! You got hurt in the line of duty, and theyare dismissing you in pain of death!?"
"Not exactly..." Frida growled through her teeth, "Neil was forcing himself on me, but I refusedand hit him... And now he wants me dead."novelbin
Frank was incensed at that. "That motherfucker. Does Vicky know?"
"No." Frida shook her head. "I barely made it here—I didn't have time to contact her."
"I understand. Just rest and leave the rest to me." Frank nodded and carried her to the couch.
Just then, Neil's hitmen crashed through the nearby windows as they leapt inside, sighing inrelief when they saw Frida.
Neil did tell them to take her alive if possible.
One of them said, "Just come with us, Frida. Mr. Turnbull might even let you live—you'd onlyget yourself killed being stubborn."
Frida withstood the pain in her belly even as she growled, "Dream on. I'd rather die than suckup to Neil."
She was loyal to the Turnbulls, not Neil.
And she was not about to take this lying down, not when Neil so ruthlessly dismissed her just because
he wanted her as his side bitch! Not killing Neil was already plenty respectful to the Turnbulls!
"In that case, you can't blame us for this."
Both hitmen narrowed their eyes as they prepared to attack, when Frank growled coolly, "You two.
Aren't you really underestimating here?"
Neither hitmen knew Frank, simply presuming him to be some ordinary citizen.
One of them growled, "Stay out of Turnbull business."
Frank folded his arms before his chest. "The Turnbulls are really pompous, huh?"
"Are you meddling, kid?"'
"I'm not—you're the ones who barged into my house to commit murder," Frank said icily. "Did you even
ask for my approval?"
Both hitmen could sense the violent murderous presence spilling from Frank.
They actually did not want to kill, but they had Neil's orders.
Trading a glance right then, they decided to take down Frank before deciding what to do!
They leapt toward Frank at the very next moment, but they were really too slow for him.
Frank sent one flying with a punch and floored the other with a kick, incapacitating bothinstantly.
Frida looked on, completely unaffected.
If anything, she had fled here to Frank's house in the first place because he was powerfulenough to protect her.
Moreover, a single blow was enough for martial elites to discern their opponent's depth—bothhitmen could immediately tell that they were no match for Frank, and that they were never going
to take Frida away.
"So? Would you like to continue?" Frank asked.
The hitmen helped each other to their feet while demanding gingerly, "Who are you?"
Frank chuckled coolly. "Just run along to your master. Tell him that Frida is now under Frank'sprotection, and that he can come see me anytime if he has anything to say about that."
"Fine, we will pass your message."
With that, both hitmen fled out of the window, terrified that Frank might suddenly change hismind.